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Sunday, January 20, 2013
boomerang
the
warm virtual embrace of a long lost friend found again is like leaving the snow
and stepping into a dark cozy pub where everything has a citrus tint. the smell
of wood and slightly stale spirits is easily recognizable and the worn flat
wooden chair backs cause a familiar twinge in the spine. but in relief of the semi-bright areas lie the
shadows of unexplored crevasses waiting to be bathed in the light of
conversation and anecdotes. the
excitement of the new and the comfort of the familiar blended together and hand
rolled.
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..I started out reading this in a Sean Connery accent by utterly sane chance, until I hit "hand rolled". Then, I had to start it over with the voice of vintage cigarette commercials in mind. Cool, refreshing, smooth. :)
ReplyDeletei'm happy as long as you and sean and the narrator all jive on what i was trying to convey: newport is fresher.
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